After being dumped by his son and his father

Wen Ziheng has never admired Wen Yuanxian so much as now. She has brought the unbeatable Xiaoqiang spirit to the extreme, but the more Wen Yuanxian persists in stalking her, the more Wen Ziheng is afraid to avoid her. Not as good as.

Wen Yuanxian naturally has reasons for her persistence, but this is definitely not a good thing for Wen Ziheng.

The heating in the office was still blowing, the indoor windows were closed tightly, bright incandescent lights poured down, the air was filled with a dry and hot smell, and the faint scent of perfume wafting from Wen Yuanxian's body.

Wen Ziheng took off his coat and threw it on the seat, then picked up the remote control to turn off the air conditioner, then turned around and opened the small glass window on the right side of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the chilly wind rushed in, instantly driving away the dull temperature in the room.

After completing this series of actions, Wen Ziheng turned his cold eyes on Wen Yuanxian who had already walked to the desk.

Wen Yuanxian, who was neglected, didn't look so pretty, even though she was wearing a beautiful plain dress, her well-manicured black hair was draped softly over her shoulders, and her oval face with light makeup looked so pitiful, However, when she crossed her arms and glared at Wen Ziheng, her expression looked fierce and ferocious.

Of course, Wen Yuanxian never showed her appearance in front of outsiders, so Wen Ziheng was lucky enough to witness her true face.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" While speaking, Wen Ziheng's eyes slipped quietly behind Wen Yuanxian, only to see a small cardboard box half arm's width beside the sofa that Wen Yuanxian had just sat on.

"Auntie found a box when she was packing the house the day before yesterday. It contained your things, right?"

Wen Ziheng frowned, walked over and glanced at it, the box was open, and it was easy to see the messy little things inside, Wen Ziheng still had a little impression, these were the little gadgets he saved when he was a child, they were worthless , I asked the servant to throw away these things before going abroad to study, but I didn't expect it to appear here again.

"No, just throw it away." Wen Ziheng said.

Wen Yuanxian seemed to have expected that Wen Ziheng would say this, and she didn't appear to be surprised for a long time. Instead, she burst out laughing with a bit of sarcasm and contempt: "Then you throw it away, why tell me these things? I'm not Your nanny kindly brought you something, and you want me to throw it?"

"Then put it there." Wen Ziheng walked back to the desk, sat down and was about to turn off the computer and leave work. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Wen Yuanxian walking in high-heeled shoes, and then stood still in front of him.

Wen Ziheng pretended not to see Wen Yuanxian's movements, and continued to turn off the computer.

In the end, Wen Yuanxian couldn't hold back any longer, her pretty face was immediately covered with bruises, she gritted her teeth and slapped the side of the computer, leaning her body slightly.

"I've worked so hard to deliver things to you, why don't you even treat me to dinner?" The voice said through gnashing of teeth.

Wen Ziheng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. In the past, this younger sister would throw her face and lose her temper when she was eating at the same table with him. Unless someone held a gun to her head, she would not take the initiative to tell Wen Ziheng if she was killed. If Zi Heng eats together.

So what kind of medicine is she selling in her gourd?

However, Wen Ziheng wasn't interested in what Wen Yuanxian thought, he just hoped that this annoying spirit would disappear from his sight.

"No time." Wen Ziheng refused plainly.

"Heh, you don't have to make such a clumsy excuse for rejecting me, do you? Who doesn't know that you are so poor that you only have time left? I heard that even this department is about to collapse. You haven't paid off your mortgage and car loan yet?" Wen Yuanxian sneered and said involuntarily, "Let's have dinner together tonight, if you don't have time, you have to make time for me."

After a pause, Wen Yuanxian seemed to be thinking of something again, and pretended to say casually, "By the way, isn't there a new leader in your company? Wei Qing, right? I know him quite well, you call him too. superior."

"..."

Now, no matter how stupid Wen Ziheng is, he can guess what Wen Yuanxian is planning. To his surprise, Wen Yuanxian has always pretended to be a dream lover who is not married to a king. The eldest young master of a certain family, unfortunately, no matter how shamelessly Wen Yuanxian posted up, the eldest young master just looked down on her.

She thought that Wen Yuanxian's heart would never die until Huang He, but in the end she moved on so quickly.

Thinking of this, Wen Ziheng suddenly grinned. He looked at Wen Yuanxian's haughty peacock-like posture amusedly, and the ridicule in his heart was even worse, his sarcastic eyes seemed to be looking at a funny clown.

After laughing, there are still those two words: "No time."

"Wen Ziheng, don't be shameless!" Wen Yuanxian's face immediately pulled down, like a series of firecrackers being ignited, the anger in his eyes almost overflowed, and he opened his mouth with a steady stream of harsh words.

"You are really good enough. My parents spent money and energy to feed you and let you study abroad. You don't know how to repay their kindness. It's so difficult to find you for a meal. Raising a dog is more humane than you!"

Wen Ziheng's eyes were calm, and he was not affected by her words in the slightest. He recalled in his heart how cold, elegant and peaceful Wen Yuanxian was to the outside world, and he suddenly felt sick.

"Have you finished?" Wen Ziheng's voice was cold, "Go away when you're done, I don't like eating with you."

"What did you say! Say it again if you have the guts!" Wen Yuanxian was trembling with rage, her thin lips, which were somewhat similar to Wen Ziheng's, were like a loaded machine gun, crackling without hesitation Spit out a lot of words.

"I'll give you some color, do you really think you are an onion? The story of you fooling around in the United States with my parents' money has long been known to everyone in the neighborhood. Everyone knows how shameless you are. You also dropped out of school and went to live with others, you have disgraced my parents, how did they raise such a lowly person like you?"

Wen Yuanxian's high-pitched voice is extremely penetrating, and it can echo in the office area outside even through the glass door of the office. What's more, she has no intention of lowering her voice at all, as if she wished that everyone in the world would know about Wen Yuanxian's voice. What an unbearable person Zi Heng is.

until--

A slight cough sounded.

Wen Yuanxian's shrew-like voice came to an abrupt end.

"Manager Wen." A magnetic bass voice came from outside the office door, "The report submitted by your department last month lacked a piece of research data, can you give it to me now?"

Wei Qing's tone was calm, and she said this extremely ordinary sentence without emotion, but Wen Yuanxian's face turned pale instantly, and she froze in place, even though there was still some heating in the room, but she It was like being thrown into the twelfth lunar month of winter, with hands and feet shivering from the cold.

I don't know how long Wei Qing has been here, and I don't know if he has heard her vicious words.

At this moment, Wen Yuanxian felt a chill down her spine, her breath was stuck in her throat and she couldn't spit it out or swallow it. She was extremely uncomfortable, and she was eager to know whether the image of a goddess she had carefully created in front of Wei Qing would collapse.

She barely supported her frail body, and just looking at her crying appearance, it is hard to imagine that those extremely ugly insults just came from her mouth. She bit her lip and said pitifully: "Wei Qing Brother, when did you come? Just as Zi Heng and I were planning to go out for dinner, brother Wei Qing should come too."

"No." Wei Qing spoke concisely, didn't even give Wen Yuanxian any extra glances, and walked past her to the pale-faced Wen Ziheng, raised her index finger and middle finger and tapped on the table twice, her tone was much gentler, "If you have time now, send me the research data first."

Wen Ziheng didn't know why Wei Qing had to deal with such a small matter in person after get off work, but Wei Qing had brought it up himself, so he had no choice but to do it as a subordinate.

Turn on the computer again, find out the comprehensive research data since the Jieda department was established in the document, and prepare to send it to Secretary Wei Qing's mailbox.

Wei Qing suddenly said: "Send me a private email address for easy reference."

"OK." Wen Ziheng moved the mouse to the input box and paused, "Wei Dong, your email is..."

After waiting for a while and not getting Wei Qing's answer, Wen Ziheng was about to turn his head to look, but felt the person standing behind him suddenly bend down and approach him, and the familiar aura instantly enveloped him.

Wen Ziheng froze for a moment, subconsciously wanted to lean to the side, and the magnetic voice that was deliberately lowered suddenly brushed by his ear: "Don't move, I'll just type."

Immediately afterwards, a pair of hands stretched out from both sides of Wen Ziheng's head, put his ten fingers slightly apart on the keyboard, and tapped lightly. Wen Ziheng was wrapped in Wei Qing's arms, he was restless, his hands were useless. Unsure, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to stare at Wei Qing's hand.

Wei Qing's hands are still very beautiful, with long and slender fingers, well-defined joints, and thin fingertips. Every nail is neatly manicured.

While Wen Ziheng was in a daze, Wei Qing had already stood up straight silently and opened the distance between the two of them. The oppressive air suddenly became more relaxed. Wen Ziheng took a few breaths and manipulated the mouse to click send with trembling fingers.

"By the way, I still have some questions about the second generation you showed me this afternoon. Is it convenient for you to have dinner together tonight? Let's talk about it in detail." Wei Qing asked in a tone of inquiry, but threatened A bit undeniable.

Wen Ziheng turned off the computer calmly, and refused: "Dong Wei, it's time to get off work now."

Wei Qing smiled meaningfully, and didn't force it, but said with something in his words: "Manager Wen, I have given your department a chance."

"..." Wen Ziheng couldn't help tightening the hand that was still holding the mouse, and after a few seconds of silence, he said half-forbearance and half-compromisingly, "My son is still in kindergarten."

"Let's pick up the kids first, and then we'll find a nearby restaurant for dinner." Wei Qing raised the corners of his mouth, with unconcealable joy in his eyes, and said, "I'll go back to the office to get the car keys, pack up and wait for me at the elevator." .”

Seemingly worried that Wen Ziheng would refuse, Wei Qing rushed out of the office after saying this, but was blocked by a slender figure at the door.

"Brother Wei Qing." Wen Yuanxian was angry and hated towards Wen Ziheng in his heart, but on the surface he timidly raised those seductive peach eyes to look at Wei Qing, and said in a soft voice flatteringly, "I didn't either. It's time for dinner, I'll go with you."